It did not look very pleasant, like an oversized fat maggot with antennae.
Once the worm crawled out, Zhao Liansheng's pupils widened as he asked in surprise,
"Th-this, could this be the poison-sucking venomous worm of the Tang Clan, the Soft Yellow-Horned Worm?"
It was my first time hearing this name. I had never seen Aunt Tang use this worm before.
Aunt Tang nodded.
"Yes. My father gave it to me. It is older than I am—already eighty years old. My grandfather raised it. Little Darling can consume most toxins. I just don't know whether it can consume this Nether Saliva."
Hearing this, all of us could not help looking at the venomous worm called the Soft Yellow-Horned Worm.
After saying that, Aunt Tang put on specially made gloves, gently picked up the worm, and placed it on Master's injured thigh.
Apart from the purple poisonous blood, the skin in that area of Master's thigh had also turned light purple.
Purple veins had appeared as well, spreading across Master's skin like a spiderweb.
The Soft Yellow-Horned Worm named Little Darling suddenly raised its pair of antennae upon touching Master's skin, and its entire body became active.
Almost instantly, it lifted its head and bit down on Master's wound.
At the same time, everyone around us could sense a strange aura spreading from the worm.
The aura was faint, but we could all feel it.
Clearly, this worm was anything but ordinary.
The worm's body wriggled as it began consuming the Nether Saliva Poison from Master's wound.
Its body visibly began to change color. Its originally pale-yellow body turned deep purple, starting from its head...
Aunt Tang, standing nearby, was also utterly shocked.
"Such... such potent poison. For Little Darling to change color so quickly, this poison is far too strong."